My senior year of college I finally decided to entertain a guy who’d been hounding me for months. He was unforgivably corny but it was kind of cute. It also ain’t hurt that he was a bomb ass Dj; and as an aspiring Dj myself, I found value in that. After a few casual interactions with him around campus, I eventually made up my mind that I was going to give him some coochie right quick-just in case he end up being somebody. So I attended one of his parties with a few of my home girls at the time. After it was over he offered to take me home so I told my friends to leave without me. Smoking a blunt, I plopped down on his sofa and kicked my legs up on the table like I owned the place. He was in the middle of packing up his equipment when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted to spend the night. “Duh nigga,” I thought but i responsed with a simple “of course daddy.” He ain’t know how to act. I could tell that me saying that drove him crazy. He eventually found his way across the room and sat beside me, stretching his left arm behind me and leaning in to get more “comfortable.” I made the first move and initiated the kiss because he was taking too long. I’m impatient. Before I knew it we were making out, his hands raising up my skirt and squeezing my bare ass. I regularly wore thong panties because I loved the way they fit, the easy access was a plus. In the midst of passion, it was almost as if he turned into a completely different person. This man was confident and more importantly, aggressive. I loved that shit. I retaliated by reaching to unbuckle his pants and grab his dick. I’ve seen bigger, but I was satisfied. He then gets up and grabs my hand, leading me into his bedroom. Once inside he pushes me onto the bed and wedges himself in between my legs. “It’s show time,” I thought. We rip away at each other’s clothes and then he whips out a condom. After putting it on he grabs his dick and begins to slap my pussy with it. I let out a pleasing moan. As he attempted to enter me I suddenly realized that he hasn’t eaten me out. “Aht aht!” I said. “What is you doing? Eat this pussy boy.” He tensed up and looked at me confusingly. “I...I...I don’t eat pussy,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact. I was offended. Not only was my pussy clean, it was pretty! And prior to that, every sexual encounter I ever had began after I was satisfied orally. “Nah nigga” I snapped back at him, “You gone eat it today. No licky no sticky!” He froze. I could tell he was evaluating how bad he really wanted to fuck. I decided to up the stakes by sitting up and putting my clothes back on. “You got me fucked up. We not in middle school mutha fucka. You a grown ass man and don’t eat pussy. How the fuck you sound?” I sneered. “Okay okay okay, I’ll do it! Don’t leave. I’ve never done it before but ima do it wit you” he replied. I smiled to myself. The thought of making a nigga do what I wanted him to thrilled me. “Let me take another shot first” he said before stumbling over to his dresser and grabbing a half empty bottle of Berry Ciroc. Whatever made him feel better. He drinks from the bottle and brings it over to me and presses it to my lips. I grab the bottle and swallow a large gulp of liquor. At this point I’m drunk, so I tasted nothing. I still had the bottle in my hand as we began to suck my pussy lips. Yea I could tell her hadn’t done this before. I talked him all the way up to my clit. And as he sucked and slurped I sighed with ecstasy. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He was a fast learner.
My senior year of college I finally decided to entertain a guy who’d been hounding me for months. He was unforgivably corny but it was kind of cute. It also ain’t hurt that he was a bomb ass Dj; and as an aspiring Dj myself, I found value in that. Afte... urban stories
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Amira, an undergraduate at Hampton University and power hungry socialite sets her sights on the local DJ. Even at 22, she’s a woman who knows what she wants....and always gets it.

My senior year of college I finally decided to entertain a guy who’d been hounding me for months. He was unforgivably corny but it was kind of cute. It also ain’t hurt that he was a bomb ass Dj; and as an aspiring Dj myself, I found value in that. After a few casual interactions with him around campus, I eventually made up my mind that I was going to give him some coochie right quick-just in case he end up being somebody. So I attended one of his parties with a few of my home girls at the time. After it was over he offered to take me home so I told my friends to leave without me. Smoking a blunt, I plopped down on his sofa and kicked my legs up on the table like I owned the place. He was in the middle of packing up his equipment when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted to spend the night. “Duh nigga,” I thought but i responsed with a simple “of course daddy.” He ain’t know how to act. I could tell that me saying that drove him crazy. He eventually found his way across the room and sat beside me, stretching his left arm behind me and leaning in to get more “comfortable.” I made the first move and initiated the kiss because he was taking too long. I’m impatient. Before I knew it we were making out, his hands raising up my skirt and squeezing my bare ass. I regularly wore thong panties because I loved the way they fit, the easy access was a plus. In the midst of passion, it was almost as if he turned into a completely different person. This man was confident and more importantly, aggressive. I loved that shit. I retaliated by reaching to unbuckle his pants and grab his dick. I’ve seen bigger, but I was satisfied. He then gets up and grabs my hand, leading me into his bedroom. Once inside he pushes me onto the bed and wedges himself in between my legs. “It’s show time,” I thought. We rip away at each other’s clothes and then he whips out a condom. After putting it on he grabs his dick and begins to slap my pussy with it. I let out a pleasing moan. As he attempted to enter me I suddenly realized that he hasn’t eaten me out. “Aht aht!” I said. “What is you doing? Eat this pussy boy.” He tensed up and looked at me confusingly. “I...I...I don’t eat pussy,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact. I was offended. Not only was my pussy clean, it was pretty! And prior to that, every sexual encounter I ever had began after I was satisfied orally. “Nah nigga” I snapped back at him, “You gone eat it today. No licky no sticky!” He froze. I could tell he was evaluating how bad he really wanted to fuck. I decided to up the stakes by sitting up and putting my clothes back on. “You got me fucked up. We not in middle school mutha fucka. You a grown ass man and don’t eat pussy. How the fuck you sound?” I sneered. “Okay okay okay, I’ll do it! Don’t leave. I’ve never done it before but ima do it wit you” he replied. I smiled to myself. The thought of making a nigga do what I wanted him to thrilled me. “Let me take another shot first” he said before stumbling over to his dresser and grabbing a half empty bottle of Berry Ciroc. Whatever made him feel better. He drinks from the bottle and brings it over to me and presses it to my lips. I grab the bottle and swallow a large gulp of liquor. At this point I’m drunk, so I tasted nothing. I still had the bottle in my hand as we began to suck my pussy lips. Yea I could tell her hadn’t done this before. I talked him all the way up to my clit. And as he sucked and slurped I sighed with ecstasy. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He was a fast learner.

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